i want to recline
in the chair of days gone by
when the days were doused
in the colours of a youthful sky
Tag: poems
A Herd of Scapegoats – Written October 2020 (Aged 45)
they blame everyone else
but themselves
but there is nobody else
however the burden of responsibility
quickly sinks the self
Parents Die – Written Monday 19th October 2020 (Aged 45)
sometimes it feels like
that is the only true fate
of the relationship
that you have with your parents
I Am Not a Young Man Anymore – Written Monday 19th October 2020 (Aged 45)
hard to follow the line
when did battlegrounds
and fairgrounds become a home?
Privilege Does Not Surrender – Written Monday 19th October 2020 (Aged 45)
it is fragility
held up to the light
it is human rights
going many rounds
in an impossible fight
On the Cusp – Written Saturday 17th October 2020 (Aged 45)
she said,
i know it has been an emotional journey
and i thought,
i know that is true
The Optician’s Chair – Written Wednesday 30th September 2020 (Aged 45)
i have watched my being –
changed by simple pens
and like the optician’s chair
i have always tried more than one lens
You Have Sunshine – Written Wednesday 30th September (Aged 45)
you have sunshine
it makes up your eyes
and they drip, drip
with warm comforting love
Likability – Written Friday 29th july 2016 (Aged 41)
play the game, avoid the weathervane
then, self loathing –
will feel less like unbearable pain
Taking Notes – Written Thursday 28th July 2016 (Aged 41)
i look at others,
making their way,
i never saw peace in my eyes
just here, afloat,
looking around, taking notes
